Prompt: Masquerade

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((ooc: As always, free for anyone to tag, just beware the historical inaccuracies!))


Few things made Anne happier than dressing up. A masquerade ball at her family's castle at Hever before All Hallow's Eve was just what she had needed. Mary and her mother came from France to join the festivities, and George was finishing his own outfit in his room. Anne herself had prepared a fine blue gown and a nicer mask to match. She pinned some of her dark hair back and let it fall in waves down her back.

After she tied the mask behind her head, donned the dress and proper jewels, Anne made her way downstairs. Only a few guests had arrived, all clad in masks and laughing gaily. Anne recognized a few voices, and of course she recognized the goofy gait and teasing of her brother George. But others she didn't recognize.

Still, she enjoyed the atmosphere.

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Anne climbed up into the saddle of her horse when Thomas brought him over to her, with his help of course. She was glad for his lingering touch at her thigh, for all too soon she'd have to endure the time away from him.

At the mention of the king, Anne frowned and gave a slight sigh.

"Father did send an invitation to the king for the masquerade, obviously he had high hopes for that night. But the king declined, though I'm not certain why. In his letters he usually declares any plans to visit, and thus far I've heard nothing."

She paused, looking to catch his gaze.

"But surely you know as well as I that the king does as he pleases," Anne sighed.

There was no question that Henry might very well decide that he wanted to see her and could wait no longer. Her father would be only too thrilled to receive the king at Hever.

But as he explained the plan, Anne nodded and a broad smile broke across her face as she leaned down to kiss him.

"I'll be only thrilled to return to London to find that favor then," Anne giggled. "Really Thomas, is it not the lady who is supposed to give a ribbon to her lover?"

She wasn't worried about getting caught examining the doorknob. Anne was stealthy enough and clever enough to avoid detection.

"So then, I shall next see you in London, I presume?" Anne asked as she turned her horse back towards Hever.

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"That he does," he agreed about Henry's whims. "All we can do is to take what is given, to accept what is not." Henry was charismatic and intelligent, and more than a little aware of the fact that he could do just as he pleased.

Wyatt laughed at her snarky remark. "There is no reason why it couldn't be your ribbon, Anne." Though in truth he had been thinking more of a piece of string than a ribbon.

"Yes. It will be a long wait for me." With a final courteous bow, Wyatt reluctantly left Anne's side and made his way to Allington.


((ooc: The End unless you wish to add something. I guess we'll go to London next? Can exchange details over PM. I'm willing to write a starter, too.)